Chapter 6
Rusty rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it several more times. Still no answer. He tried the door. It was locked. He found the key in its secret hiding place above the door frame and let himself in.
"Jimmy!" he yelled. "Jimmy? Anybody home?" He crept down the hallway. "Anybody home?" No answer. He shrugged his shoulders and walked into the pool room. It was already eleven o'clock. Where in the hell was Jimmy?
The pool's surface was perfectly still. Beautiful! Rusty envisioned himself slicing through the glassy softness in a clean dive.
He kicked off his sneakers and wiggled his toes. It always felt good to get his shoes off and free the old toes. He pulled off his T-shirt and stretched, pushing his arms high above his head. The warm, moist air enveloped his naked torso, and he took a satisfying whiff of his hairy armpits. He liked the smell. He couldn't understand why so many people used deodorants.
He looked into the mirror-surface and studied his reflection, contracting his lean abdominal muscles and rippling his fingers over the bold ridges. He could feel each muscle as it danced under his thin skin. He was solid muscle, as sinewy as a panther!
Rusty felt cocky as he looked at his reflection. "What a hunky stud!" he muttered. Then he imagined all the chicks at the wrestling meets whispering those same words to themselves as they watched him in action on the wrestling mat. The chicks were crazy about him. There was no doubt about that.
He imagined himself wrestling now, tossing his opponents around the mat with absolute grace and power. A hundred red-faced, panting chicks jumped up and down in the bleachers chanting his name and cheering him on. Their pussies drooled hot juice, getting their panties all wet. They squirmed in their seats, crazy with lust for him. He excited them so much that, one by one, they wiggled their way out of the bleachers and headed for the nearest John for a quick finger-fuck.
As they charged down the hallway toward the John, their tight jeans pulled up into their slits, making their aching cunts drool just that much more. Their hearts thumped, and warm tingles crawled up their horny pussies.
Each girl swore to herself when she entered the john. Every fucking stall was full! Inside each stall was a horny chick rubbing her cunt silly. The air of the room tingled electrically with heavy breathing and stifled moans, and with the wild scent of wide-spread teen crotches.
And all the cunt-rubbing chicks muttered: "Fuck me, Rusty! Rub that big hot prick of yours against my dripping, hairy cunt! Shove that big cock in me all the way! Ooohh, yessss! Move that big cock in and out of me! Move it around in circles! Ohhhh, yeahhhh, Rusty, fuck me good! Crush my hot tits against your hard chest! Hug me in those strong arms! Oh, baby, move that big thing! Don't stop now! I'm getting close. Fuck meeee! Ohhhh, I'm coming!"
One after another each chick squirmed with the pleasures of orgasm, each imagining his hard cock fucking in and out of her. The room filled with the electric excitement of spasming cunts. The girls waiting to get into a stall were nearly beating off on the spot.
Rusty squeezed his prick. It was straining to get out of his shorts. "Ummmm," he moaned. "Feels so good." He unzipped the shorts and let them slide down over his long, muscular legs. He stepped out of them, and he was stark naked.
His rampant cock stood up out of his sinewy loins at a forty-five-degree angle. It was a full eight inches long, and proportionately thick.
He looked down at it and licked his lips. He wished he could get his aching cock into his mouth so he could suck it off. That would beat jacking off any day. But, damn, what he really needed was a tight, slippery cunt. Where were all the dripping pussies when a guy needed one?
Rusty polished his engorged cockhead with his palm, then he caressed the sensitive areas of the shaft. Tingling thrills shot through his cock, and it jerked up and down. He cupped his swollen balls with one hand, and began working his stiff prick with the other, sliding the loose cock-skin up and down along the turgid shaft.
His fist gripped his cock tightly, and the glossy cockhead popped in and out of it as he pumped. Tingling sensations spiraled through the core of his prick. He focused his eyes on the gaping piss-slit and beat his meat in earnest. It wouldn't be long before he'd be shooting his thick jizz high into the air.
Just as the sensations mounted, just as he was settling into the rhythm which would finish him off, just as he was about to let go completely, he stopped whacking his cock and looked around nervously. Maybe he'd just imagined it, but for a moment he thought he heard a noise somewhere in the house. It almost sounded like a voice, or some kind of animal noise. He held his breath and listened, but couldn't hear anything else.
He felt uneasy. He looked down at his stiff cock. Christ, he thought, what if somebody walked in on him like this? Jimmy he wouldn't mind, but what if Mrs. Maxwell, or Christ, even Mr. Maxwell should come home and catch him beating off in their house. He'd die of embarrassment.
Rusty took a quick look around him again, then dove into the pool. The water was cool. It licked at his balls and ass-hole like a loving tongue. His cock was still hard as a rock, and it poked straight ahead as he swam through the water with powerful strokes. He imagined that his cock was a torpedo cutting through the water on its way to fuck a submarine cunt.
"Ummmm, yessss, fuck meeee," Tina panted as she squirmed on her bed. Jimmy's huge cock plunged in and out of her cunt.
"I'm gonna come, Mom," Jimmy whined. "I'm gonna shoot my jizz up your cunt."
"Ohhhh, darling, yessss," Tina panted. "Shoot my pussy full of your sweet jism."
"Here it comes, Mom!" Jimmy cried out. "Here comes my jizz!"
"Ohhhh, yessss," Tina gasped.
Jimmy's cock swelled. Tina tensed and held her breath, waiting to receive the first spurt of her son's jism up her cunt. Jimmy's cock contracted. A blinding flash of white light burned Tina's eyes.
She rubbed her eyes. They felt like they had sand in them. "Shit!" she whimpered. Even her dreams frustrated her.
She slowly focused her eyes on the clock. She finally made out the time. It was already after eleven. She hadn't slept this late in she couldn't remember how long. Who cares? She deserved to sleep late once in a while.
She stretched long and deep. It felt good. She sat up on the side of the bed and looked in the mirror. Her tits stood up like pointed cones. She tweaked the red nipples with her thumbs. As she stood up, her tits jiggled.
Tina opened the bedroom door and went down the hall to check out Jimmy's room. He wasn't there, and the room looked as untouched as it had last night. She felt a twinge of anxiety. She knew Jimmy would come home, but when? And where was he now?
Tina suddenly realized she had to piss. She had to go so bad that she couldn't worry about Jimmy another second. She rushed to the bathroom and plopped her ass on the toilet, letting go immediately with a hot stream of piss. As she pissed, she spread wide her hairy pussylips and leaned forward to watch the golden stream hiss out. Ahhhh, that felt so good! Everything connected with her pussy felt good.
After she'd squeezed out the last drop of piss, she massaged her moist cunt lips and frigged her clit. As she moved her fingers up and down her clit, manipulating the foreskin, the tiny bud quivered, and tingles danced through her loins.
"Ummmm," she sighed. "Beautiful! Feels wonderful!"
As she frigged her clit, her stomach growled and gurgled, and she realized that her stomach was hungrier than her pussy. She hadn't eaten since yesterday at noon. She let her pussylips snap shut and gave her muff a loving pat. Then she jumped up and bounced out the door and down the steps, heading for the kitchen.
She was still stark naked, and she had a crazy notion that Jimmy might just pop in the front door and see her that way. She didn't know exactly what she'd do if that happened. Maybe she'd panic and run for cover. Maybe she'd throw herself at his feet. But she wasn't anxious or worried. She was just curious to find out. At least she'd admitted her true feelings to herself. That was one step. The next step would happen when it happened.
She felt free and crazy this morning, better than she'd felt in years. As she swaggered down the tiled hallway toward the kitchen, she gyrated her fleshy ass, making believe that Jimmy was sitting behind her on the stairs with his eyes glued to her wiggling ass-cheeks. She imagined him drooling as he struggled to get his steel-hard cock out of his pants.
As she approached the end of the hallway, where one door led to the kitchen, another to the living room, and a third to the pool room, she stopped suddenly and listened. Her heart jumped and her body flushed warm all over. Jimmy was home! He was splashing in the pool.
She tiptoed to the doorway and peeked inside. She was so excited she got chills. Jimmy was splashing up a storm, darting through the water like a porpoise,-likely celebrating his hot night with Brenda. She wondered what stories he'd give her about last night. She'd have fun quizzing him.
As the boy churned through the water, all Tina could make out of him from where she stood were his muscular brown arms. God, the boy was growing fast! His arms were nearly as muscular as Norman's were at eighteen, and his hands were so large now. Tina had never noticed how large they were.
As the boy neared the far end of the pool, Tina was able to get a better look at him. She could see more than his arms now. When she saw that he had long, dark hair she realized at once that he wasn't Jimmy. And when he reversed his direction, she saw that it was Rusty!
She watched him slide through the water. The muscles of his arms and back contracted with a fluid rhythm and beauty. His tanned skin flashed in the green water.
She lifted up on her tiptoes and peered further into the pool. "Beautiful," she whispered as she watched him. She felt herself being lulled into a trance by the rhythmic strokes of the lithe young swimmer. Her mind went blank. Her knees weakened.
Rusty swam one more lap, then pulled himself out of the pool at the far end. His naked flesh glistened in the filtered daylight coming in through the skylight window. He pivoted on his hands and wheeled around to sit at the edge of the pool, letting his legs dangle in the water.
He leaned back on his elbows and spread his legs apart. His half-hard cock lay like a fat hotdog along one thigh. He gazed at it, and it swelled immediately, twitching its way upward until the head throbbed against his navel.
Tina licked her lips. The sight of his stiff prick was mouth-watering. There it was Rusty's big, hard, luscious cock just waiting for her to feast on it. She imagined it squirting spurts of hot jism up her cunt or down her throat.
Her pussy drooled. Hot cunt-juice leaked down her inner thighs. Her cunt lips throbbed and burned.
Rusty grabbed his cock by the base and waved it in the air as if he were teasing Tina, as if he were inviting her over for a taste of his succulent cock. But his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was lost in a trance. He closed his fist around his prick near the top and began working the cock-skin up and down over the stiff shaft. His glossy cockhead swelled like a plum about to burst.
Tina's cunt itched. Her nipples stood out like quivering rubies. She glued her eyes to Rusty's cock. Her mind was blank. She was completely overcome by lust. She took a step into the room. Suddenly she was moving toward Rusty like a zombie.
A voice came into her mind, not the old shaming, scolding voice, but a new voice, a voice she recognized as her own. I want you Rusty, it said. I want your hard young body to press against me! I want your horny cock to fuck up my pussy. I want you to squirt your hot jism up inside me as far as your prick can shoot it. I want you, Rusty, and I'm going to have you.